Briefly stepping out of mythopoetic "dear diary" mode to confess:

–Yes, so far, I've mostly been using last.fm to revisit and reconstellate music l've already heard, like, decades ago. In short this has been more a nostalgic rumination than exploring something new (to me).

–Yes, my own website will not lead you to a wonderland of music by the people I listen to on last.fm. It is instead the blogface of my own 27 year stretch of tunes/noise and some field recordings. The tunes are stylistically too all over the place to even claim the artists I listen to as…

Still offshore of Greenland–maybe I'll run into Björk. But not yet.

All the same, have met up with a longboat occupied with two young women resembling Melanie Lynskey and Kate Winslet. Indeed, they seem obsessed with Mario Lanza and each other. There was some mention of a murky past in Christchurch NZ, but I wasn't one to pry. And that reticence alone allowed me onboard (and off the still forming iceberg).

A gentleman and general respecter of a person's right to privacy, I do the best I can sharing a small open craft on the high seas. Perhaps in appreciation,…

Dear Diary,

Still drifting thru the North Atlantic of the remote past. But the iceberg is gaining some heft below the waterline.

Thanks to some aforementioned K.C., a bit of California rock and 70s soul, a lot of Steely Dan (more about that, someday), even some Slowhand (The Core).

Do you hear me, Doctor Wu? Do you hear me, Dr. Wu?

I'm King of the World!

Rearranging deck chairs,
audiokayness

I've slept little. Listened less. Clicked many buttons.

Seems easier than figuring out why my record player has that awful hum. Easier than digging out a record and playing it.

And easier than brushing, flossing, getting ready for bed.

Meanwhile, anyone blundering by will see only the tip of the iceberg that awaits. Aside from more American punk/new wave, I hope to dig up some K.C. and the Sunshine Band. Death to hip music. Death to good taste.

Wonder if there's a Muzak version of John Cage's 4'33"–y'know, with strings?

Sleep tight, lil' diary.

Till everyone's humming "Tea for Two",…